mothernaturesabitch
So I spent a good half-hour with my head on the wall, watching leaves blowing around on campus, and not wanting to bike home... waiting for a lull in the wind.
Thought about biking to someone's house to hide... which is much closer to school than my own... but she was busy.
The leaves stopped moving for a while, so I thought it was okay to go home...
Oops.
Biking against the wind is stupid. Especially in a trenchcoat that acts as a parachute more than anything else.
My hands are slowly resuscitating themselves from intense numbness.
At least I came home to Modest Mouse.
I am in need of intense snuggling.
By the way: Oh em gee... a digital Gibson Les Paul